In a week, it seemed like everything was ready, but the boss said, "Hey, it seems like we're still missing something. Does any of you sing?"
Damian was quick to respond, "I've heard Fei sing while doing laundry, and she sings very well."
I wasn't one to get stage fright; I just wanted to do a good job.
I downloaded the instrumental music for "Flower" and "Fleeting Time" at the internet café in school and translated the lyrics into French. Standing in front of the mirror practicing by myself, I sang about life's encounters in narrow lanes, where one ultimately cannot escape fate. When the lines of entanglement suddenly sprouted in my palms, I stopped short, looking at my own palms. Who had I encountered in those narrow lanes, and now we're worlds apart?
